First, I was laying in bed with Cate discussing plans for the evening when I had one of those brief-moment dreams. In it, a bunch of Bullwinkle-like moose dressed in suits and looking very respectable and lawyerish had filed into the bedroom while we were laying there and started scolding me for Conduct Unbecoming A Grave Robber. WTF?

Secondly, Cate and I realized that the only major thing that drugs can reliably be blamed for in our collective life is fog. Yep, actual IRL moist water vapor fog. o.O

Third, we're gonna go watch Dr. Who and have a quiet night at home and try, for the first time in a week, to go to bed early. Catch y'all tomorrow!